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| Locker room 1 By for your pleasure |
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| Brian was set upon as soon as he walked into the locker room after speaking to some of the reporters outside about the team's win. His teammates grabbed him and tousled his hair, and their manager shook his hand so hard he thought his wrist might break. brian was unused ot being the object of such attention - he'd never won the team a game before. "Okay, guys," their manager said loudly, "I think we should let Brian get changed and showered now, hey Bri?" Brian grinned at him and headed towards the showers as their manager, coaches and physios left them to it, ushering away reporters who were tryign to get in through the locker room doorway. "Bri, I love you!" yelled one of his teammates as he showered the sweat and dirt from his body. He was surprised to feel another body touch his and turned to find he was sharing his shower with Steve. He was unbothered, but a little surprised, as the guys made it a general rule not to look at each other when peeing and not to invade shower privacy. "Alright Stevo?" Steve leant towards his ear and said quietly, "I know about you, Brian. A couple of the other guys do too...Mike, and James..." Brian stiffened uneasily against the cold tile wall. "Know what?" he asked. "You know..." Steve breathed. "About what you like in bed with you...or rather, who..." Brian had always tried to keep his sexuality a secret - it didn't look good to have a fag in such a masculine sport. "Who told you that?" he laughed, trying not to betray himself in his voice. "This did," Steve replied, fingering Brian's hardened cock as they stood under the spray. "What'll it take to keep it a secret?" Brian asked with difficulty, almost fearing the answer. "Oh you know...a couple of things..." Mike and James appeared behind him in the shower room, the remaining team members having disappeared back to the locker rooms and possibly home. Steve's hand began to stroke up and down Brian's erection as he pressed him against the wall. Bri gasped but didn't move to stop him. Suddenly, Mike appeared before him, presenting his cock. "Suck it." Brian dropped to his knees and began to eagerly suck him off. Mike groaned, pushing his hand into Brian's hair and pulling his head closer, forcing his cock deeper into his mouth. "Oh, you like that don't you," he groaned, pushing Brian's head back and forth in a fucking motion on his dick. "You little cocksucker..." Brian swallowed his spunk and was suddenly lifted by James to his feet and marched through to the locker room. "We thought we'd have a little fun before leaving tonight, Bri," James said. "We knew you'd enjoy it..." He tweaked Brian's nipples, dropping to his knees and sucking the head of his cock into his mouth until he felt pre-cum oozing out. Brian felt Mike behind him, running his hand down his buttocks and stroking his anus with his finger. "Ooh, it's nice and tight," he told James, pressing more firmly. "You're gay? Both of you...are...?" Brian managed. "Yeah, Bri. What's wrong, didn't you notice? I have to say, I've been admiring your meat in the showers since the day we played our first match together," James replied, standing up and leaving Brian erect. Brian felt Mike's probing finger slip a little way inside of him and cried out in surprise, twisting his body, but James placed a hand on his head and pulled it down, bending Brian over forwards over the nearest bench until his mouth met James' cock. "Ohhh, yeah...that's it baby, suck it gooood..." he cooed as he watched Mike slip his finger in and out of their team mate's arse. He added another, and Brian groaned around his mouthful. "James, pass me the lube," Mike said, and James reached into his locker for the tube of KY and tossed it to his friend, who applied it to his fingers and massaged it into Brian's anus. "Bri, I should warn you, I'm pretty big...you know, down there..." Mike said as he slipped a lubed finger back inside of Brian. Brian tried to say something, but James was holding his head to the blow job in hand. "You don't have to say anything, I know you'll thank me for it later," Mike added, and pushed two fingers all the way in, twisting them round and removing them to apply more lube. Brian felt the head of Mike's cock rubbing against his forbidden hole and teasing him. He tried to speak, but James' cock was in the way. James pushed his head back down onto his raging erection, but Mike signalled to him to let him up a second. "Got something you wanna say, Bri?" he asked. "I said, fuck me," Brian replied hoarsely, spreading his legs further apart against the bench. "Well, you asked..." Mike said, and plunged his tool into his team mate in one powerful push. James felt Brian's mouth squeeze his cock tightly as it disappeared inside his anus. "Oh, fuck me," Mike gasped, his hands on Brian's bare back as he began to thrust back and forth, pulling his cock part way out then slamming it back home. It felt so tight, Brian could have been a virgin (though it was clear he wasn't). He thrust faster as he built up a rhythm, and Brian's mouth was pushed harder into James' crotch on each push and James fought to remain standing despite the terrific blow job and the force of Mike's fucking. Mike suddenly groaned loudly and shunted one last time into him before emptying his balls. He withdrew, watching the spunk drip from his team mate's stretched arse. James immediately took his place, fucking Brian's arse for all he was worth to pull him off after the blow job. Soon his come mixed with Mike's inside of Brian, who gripped the bench with one hand and his cock with the other, tugging at it erratically. "Oh no no, that's not the idea," Mike said, removing Brian's hand from its actions and replacing it with his own. He pulled a now standing Brian towards the showers again by his cock. “Come on big boy,” he teased as he led the way… |
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